That Special

You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach? Just, that feeling. The one where you feel like you're going to throw up? But in a really good way. That feeling like somebody punching you in the stomach. Tickling you on the inside. The way your heart pounds in your chest, so hard you're shocked nobody else can see it. How you can't stop smiling Over that tiny flutter. How your day got so much better because of it. You know? And just think. All of this, over one guy, one smile, five steps by you, saying your name. The rest doesn't even matter, because he's there, even if you only see him walking by you in the hall, sitting in lunch with his back to you his girlfriend by his side, or in class, his face to yours. Whether you walk next to him and he asks what he missed first period. Or if he yells your name and you remember for just one second that he remembers who you are, that you exist. That people besides him and his girlfriend are walking down that hallway. You can't help who you like, no matter how hard you try.

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